after conversations like this-which aren't rare- I vent off by swearing out loud in Romanian, for minutes. people that witness it I'm sure think i'm crazy.

Are there any good recordings online of Romanian swearing? Yours is an interesting language, at least based on my exposure to it at the Romanian parish I adopted as my own in the last city in which I lived. I'd like to explore some of the other neighbourhoods, so to speak.

after conversations like this-which aren't rare- I vent off by swearing out loud in Romanian, for minutes. people that witness it I'm sure think i'm crazy.

Are there any good recordings online of Romanian swearing? Yours is an interesting language, at least based on my exposure to it at the Romanian parish I adopted as my own in the last city in which I lived. I'd like to explore some of the other neighbourhoods, so to speak.

he's swearing at pretty much every sacred name or object, as Romaios explained above.

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She hears, upon that water without sound, A voice that cries, “The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.” We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide water, inescapable.

Judging by his demeanor there is no reason to believe he'd have to travel that far to merely get laid.

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She hears, upon that water without sound, A voice that cries, “The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.” We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide water, inescapable.

Judging by his demeanor there is no reason to believe he'd have to travel that far to merely get laid.

He had a foreign (American?) passport and he was saying he had paid 20$ for his visa which expired in 3 months. Somebody had just told him that his monastic habit made no difference or so.

In Romania there are plenty of dubious monks begging for donations for some remote monastery to be built (they usually show a picture on a piece of cardboard and they put your names down for liturgies in exchange for money). You find them in malls, airports, markets or other public places. The Patriarchate, however, repeatedly disavowed all mendicants and forbade such practices. Some say these monks and nuns are Old Calendarists, but it's more likely they are just charlatans. This guy was cursing the (Romanian) Church and the Patriarch.

Are there any good recordings online of Romanian swearing? Yours is an interesting language, at least based on my exposure to it at the Romanian parish I adopted as my own in the last city in which I lived. I'd like to explore some of the other neighbourhoods, so to speak.

Youtube's full of them. Don't watch if you plan on communing any time soon.

The only impediment to my communing lately is the chit chat about breasts that inevitably pops up here on Saturday evenings. Swearing in languages I don't know is child's play.

It's mystifying to me that this particular dialogue gets so much attention.

It's just a long-winded wildly speculative quasi-Pythagorean old-hat fairy tale. The really profound dialogues are Theaetetus and Parmenides...arguably Cratylus as well, even if the etymologies are silly.

The mythology and specific theories aside, the Timaeus lays out the basic Platonic approach to contemplating nature.

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But it had not been in Tess's power - nor is it in anybody's power - to feel the whole truth of golden opinions while it is possible to profit by them. She - and how many more - might have ironically said to God with Saint Augustine, "Thou hast counselled a better course than thou hast permitted."

“I believe in God, Mozart and Beethoven, and likewise their disciples and apostles; - I believe in the Holy Spirit and the truth of the one, indivisible Art; - I believe that this Art proceeds from God, and lives within the hearts of all illumined men; - I believe that he who once has bathed in the sublime delights of this high Art, is consecrate to Her for ever, and never can deny Her; - I believe that through Art all men are saved.”

“I believe in God, Mozart and Beethoven, and likewise their disciples and apostles; - I believe in the Holy Spirit and the truth of the one, indivisible Art; - I believe that this Art proceeds from God, and lives within the hearts of all illumined men; - I believe that he who once has bathed in the sublime delights of this high Art, is consecrate to Her for ever, and never can deny Her; - I believe that through Art all men are saved.”

― Richard Wagner

Quote from: Heinrich Heine, Religion and philosophy in Germany

Germany is now the fertile soil of pantheism. This is the religion of our greatest thinkers, of our best artists, and in Germany deism, as I shall presently explain, was long ago theoretically destroyed. No one says it, but every one knows it : pantheism is the open secret of Germany. We have, in fact, outgrown deism. We are free, and we want no thundering tyrants; we have reached majority and can dispense with paternal care. Neither are we the work of a great mechanician. Deism is a religion for slaves, for children, for Genevese, for watchmakers. Pantheism is the occult religion of Germany.

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he bored me whenever I attempted. not saying it's his fault but reading plays in general bores me, except for some absurd theater.Should edit this by saying that Corneille and Racine were a bit more tolerable but that was back in high-school anyways.

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She hears, upon that water without sound, A voice that cries, “The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.” We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide water, inescapable.

he bored me whenever I attempted. not saying it's his fault but reading plays in general bores me, except for some absurd theater.Should edit this by saying that Corneille and Racine were a bit more tolerable but that was back in high-school anyways.

Probably best to see plays produced than read them, unless you are doing so for academic reasons, or they are closet dramas or whatever they are called.

he bored me whenever I attempted. not saying it's his fault but reading plays in general bores me, except for some absurd theater.Should edit this by saying that Corneille and Racine were a bit more tolerable but that was back in high-school anyways.

Probably best to see plays produced than read them, unless you are doing so for academic reasons, or they are closet dramas or whatever they are called.

lots of classical lit is just pre-television soap operas and the like

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She hears, upon that water without sound, A voice that cries, “The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.” We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide water, inescapable.

he bored me whenever I attempted. not saying it's his fault but reading plays in general bores me, except for some absurd theater.Should edit this by saying that Corneille and Racine were a bit more tolerable but that was back in high-school anyways.

Probably best to see plays produced than read them, unless you are doing so for academic reasons, or they are closet dramas or whatever they are called.

lots of classical lit is just pre-television soap operas and the like

Hey, I live in the city that birthed the soap opera. It's our greatest achievement.

I think the literature of the petit bourgeois could be argued to fall into this category, especially the stuff that was meant primarily for consumption by women. Really most of classic lit. is really bad Masterpiece Theater, which I guess is redundant.

^ Trouble is Shakespeare ain't as easy as Racine, Corneille, not to speak of absurd theatre and soap operas. He requires too much concentration to be (well) understood. It may well be a case of sour grapes...

^ Trouble is Shakespeare ain't as easy as Racine, Corneille, not to speak of absurd theatre and soap operas. He requires too much concentration to be (well) understood. It may well be a case of sour grapes...

Really? I think the problem with Shakespeare is that he is already understood given that everyone has already read him whether they have or not.

It takes some serious vision to make Shakespeare not come off as tired.

She hears, upon that water without sound, A voice that cries, “The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.” We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide water, inescapable.

anyways i claim no great insight when it comes playwrights . not much of an interest for me.

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She hears, upon that water without sound, A voice that cries, “The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.” We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide water, inescapable.

I was finishing up One Flew Over the Onion Dome by Father Joseph Huneycutt, but I've back-burnered that, as I checked a book out from my church library and want to make sure I can get through it before it's due back. So now I'm reading Christ in His Saints by Father Patrick Henry Reardon.

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Some of my questions might appear patently stupid to those well-versed in Orthodoxy, but I'm brand new, having no background in the faith. Please grant me a great deal of patience and consideration as I learn the basics.

well of course, The Sonnets are adifferent matter altogether. even someone as lacking in nepsis as me, can appreciate them.

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She hears, upon that water without sound, A voice that cries, “The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.” We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide water, inescapable.

She hears, upon that water without sound, A voice that cries, “The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.” We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide water, inescapable.

She hears, upon that water without sound, A voice that cries, “The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.” We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide water, inescapable.